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    [Aesop Rock]
    Wake up, wake up
    Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up

    [Percee P]
    Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off
    pause and hit record

    [Aesop Rock]
    Is you fat cats or lab rats?
    Trails to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks
    I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city
    Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine, I'm a
    Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe
    Sing to the track and think back
    When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
    By every lost child at present
    Normally I drill pillars of normalcy
    You're cordially invited to accompany me
    In rotation of the tables to label the opposition
    As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold
    Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back
    Brain trip the Beta weights trap for the slaughter
    Like livestock infected with anthrax
    On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze
    On the fluids ???? and glory days
    Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days
    Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operation
    Slave to idiot box revalations
    And wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
    20,000 league nappers and the swelling increases
    Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel fell to pieces
    And I laughed, I laughed for me and my Starving art family
    I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp fresh
    My mic stabs white flags and drag trembling
    Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of compliance
    Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termites
    And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress
    The all new and improved poetically portable Aesop Rock
    Available in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion
    99 brilliant new dimentions

    [Percee P]
    I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand tagging
    50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon
    Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
    Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"
    I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads
    One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead
    You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
    And never sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes
    One verse, lung burst, as I done first
    Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)
    My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lot
    Then flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot
    Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine
    Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my prime
    I'm a stab your face in, trial and shit is wild
    I turn the dial, niggas stealing my style
    I should file for reparations

       "Aesop Rock" "Percee P" *scratched til fade*

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